The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1887-03-19

taneous cry OF the women. M. dc Bore
stretched himself up TO his full height.
shaded his eyes with his hand. and after
having looked steadily at the advancing
crowd, said, cortcmptuously, These
men the English bah''
They came rapidly 10 the piazza,
about six feet high, on which we stood,
and along which ran wooden balus-
trade. NJ. De Bore did not understand
one word of the language spoken by
these unexpected visitors, whose raga-
muffin appearance was no recommenda-
ton. But il they were bandits. il was
comfortable to see that they all were
unarmcd.
"Who are they, and what do they
wantP" inquired M. dc Bore. surveying
them evidently with no friendly eye. He
was informed by one of his family that
they were fugitives who reported that
the Americans had been completely
routed, that they themselves were a
portion of the defeated, and that they
begged for food. The blood ran TO the
cheeks of the old soldier. his eyes
flashed, and he shouted in French to
the men: you liei The Americans are
victorious. You have run away; you
are towards. Never shall il be said
that gave hospitable welcome TO
dastardly fugitives from the battlefield.
Hence, all of you, or ] will call my
negroes TO drive you away His words
were not comprchended, but ibis in
dignant, wrath was visible, and his
pantomime was expressive. One of
the beggarly crew seemed to apprchend
his meaning, for he took of his hat and
pointed with his index finger TO hole
which looked as il made by bah.
He no doubt intended to intimate
that he had faced danger, and that he
was not as cowardly as supposed. In
making this exhibition he had approach
ed close TO the piazza and held his hat
aloft. The old gentleman retreated a
few stops; then rushing back to the bal
ustrade of the piazza, on which he lean
ed forward, and looking down upon the
suppliant below, shouted: "In thy hat!
in thy hatl'-striking his bveastviolcnt-
ly--"therc is where the ball should have
been received. and not through thy hat.
when probably thy back was turned TO
the enemy. Mo- no food for towards.
There is food in the British camp; 60
and get it.
He was superb at that moment, and
turning his back upon tho pitiful-lfok-
ing postulants, he kept mp pacing the
piazza like chafed lion in cage.
Ny mother followed him few feet
behind. as he walked TO and fro with
hurried step. and thus expostulated all
the while:
Father, they look so miserable"
"Nol no food for towards. / have
said it,
They seem to be so jadcd and hun
Cry
mol / say no!''
Father, they are so wet, and SILVER
ing with cold"
..Nol no food for fugitivcs from the
field Of honor"
"But, father" continued my mother,
in piteous tone, "thcy may not have
fled. after all. Perhaps they only re-
treated
Grandfather, wheeling round. with a
smile on his lips, and with the usual ex-
preston of benevolence on his face.
said: Daughter, / am innexible. No
God shall give TO those wretches.
But | am going away, and in my alb
sence you may deal rs you please with
those heroes Of retreat (auec ces heros
dc Ia retraitc). True TO his word, he
disappeared, and was not seen for the
remainder of the day.
Meanwhile the little boy, who has
grown up to be the octogenarian who
writes these lines, had grand time of
il, for big fires were lighted over the
vast courtyard. calves and sheep were
killed and roasted, huge pots of hominy
and of rice were prepared; and he keen
ly enjoyed the barbecue, il he may be
permitted to use this well-known mod
ern expression, that was given to those
men, who were detachment Of the
Kentuckians that had fled from Colonel
Thornton's attack upon General Nor
gan's command on the right bank Of
the river. as related in history. CHAR
LES GAYARRE, In Hdrpcrs Magazine
for March.